CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Corrigan held me that night. I slept half the night and the other half was spent just lying there in his arms. It felt nice. It felt healing, but when morning came, I knew it would take a while. He knew it too. When he got up and made coffee right away, I could feel his concern, but he kept quiet. When I wasn’t looking, I could feel his eyes on me. The fact that he was biting his tongue spoke volumes. At one point, I let out a haggard sigh and leaned against the wall, bending over with my head over my knees. Then I just breathed in and out. I closed my eyes and stopped everything for a moment.
He moved into the room from the bedroom. In a gentle voice, he asked, “Sheldon?”
I didn’t open my eyes. “I’m good. I just . . .” I just need this hole in my chest to close back
